There are moments when words just aren’t enough. When explanations, prayers, and advice fall flat. All that’s left are tears — quiet at first, then deep, aching, soul-cleansing tears.

For years, I thought crying was a sign of weakness. I learned to hold things in, to stay composed, to “be strong”. But somewhere along the way, I realized that strength doesn’t always look like a steady voice or dry eyes. Sometimes, strength is found in the breaking — in the moments when we stop holding it all together and simply let go.

Tears have a way of speaking for us when our hearts can’t find the words. They wash away the buildup of unspoken pain, old memories, and the pressure to appear fine. They don’t erase the hurt, but they make room for something softer to grow — compassion, acceptance, and peace.

When healing comes through tears, it isn’t loud or dramatic. It’s subtle, sacred even. It’s the quiet release of years of “I’m fine” and “I’ll deal with it later.” It’s God’s way — or the universe’s way — of saying, you’ve carried this long enough.

I’ve learned not to fight those moments anymore. When they come, I let them. I breathe through them. I trust that every tear carries purpose, that it’s not weakness leaking out, but healing working its way in.

If you find yourself in that place today — on the edge of tears or in the middle of them — don’t rush to dry your eyes. Stay there for a bit. Feel what needs to be felt. Let your heart speak through the only language it can manage right now.

Because sometimes, healing doesn’t come through words or wisdom.
Sometimes, it comes through tears.

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